I wrote my name on a card, and in a few minutes presented myself at Mr. McCarthy's door.
“I am pleased to see you,” said he, with dignity. “Come in.”
He was well dressed in new clothing.
“How are you?” I inquired.
“How do I look?” he asked, promptly.
“Splendid,” was my answer.
“That suit cost me twenty-one dollars,” he remarked, with a glance at himself. “Feel of the cloth.”
I did as he bade me.
“Isn't this a grand room?” he went on. “I guess you must have thought that I was getting along in the world when you were asked to send up your card to Mr. McCarthy.”
He laughed, and rattled his change.